If you tell anyone...

Noise

(Pic at the top is Rider).
Rider Wood, that was his name. I loved him so much. We may have only been foster siblings, but he was my real brother at heart.
"Millie, stop laughing!" He said, grabbing my wrist. "I can't!" I sniggered, pushing him off. "No, please stop now, I think they heard." I looked at him and stoped immediately. Even though I couldn't see him clearly in the light, I knew that he was terrified. I remembered what happened last time we made noise after we were locked upstairs; let's just say it didn't end well.
We waited there in silence until we heard the lock to the attic stairs being opened. "Oh, no," Rider whispered as he reached for the light and quickly turned it off, tucking us both under the covers before Mr.Sadie had even set his foot on the first step.
He walked up slowly, knowing that we could hear each footstep. We heard the mettle fumbling as he took his belt off his trousers and turned the lock in the door...
"Don't even try," He said as he opened the door. " You guys can't even shut the fuck up for a couple of hours?" The sound of his belt slapping his hand always terrified me and I began breathing heavily. We were trying so hard to pretend to be sleeping but we knew that Mr.Sadie hadn't fell for that in a long time. "Which shall I choose to come and entertain my guest then, seen as you clearly don't want to be up here.""Wittle, Ittle, Millie or big brother Rider?" By now he was at the end of the bed and I could feel his breathing on my toes. I hated Mr.Sadie's friends. They were heavily drunk all the time and they treated both of us just as badly as he did.
"I think, Millie," He said grabbing my ankle as I cried. "NO!" Screamed Rider, tugging at his hands and trying to pull him away. But Mr.Sadie was fast and quickly slapped Rider hard in the face with his belt that he fell back on to the bed, knocked out. Shocked, I fell silent and looked at his tiny body spread across the bed. "Rider? Rider, wake up, help me!" I struggled as hard as I could against Mr.Sadie's strength but he was a grown man and I was a starving nine-year-old. He managed to pull me out of the room, screaming and crying for Rider, but he quickly slammed the door in my face and locked it. " Your precious brother ain't gonna help you now, Millie." He said as he dragged me down the attic stairs. He locked the other door and we were met by Sarah at the bottom.
"You woke me up you bitch," she said, slapping me hard in the face. I went silent and fell onto the floor. She grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall so that not even my feet could touch the ground. "You are meant to stay quiet at all times aren't you, girl?" She never called us by our names, she just spat boy or girl. "Ye- yes," I said, struggling for air.
" Yes, what?" She pushed me harder up against the wall and Mr. Sadie just stood there sniggering as he lit another cigarette. "Ma'am. Ye-yes, Ma-Ma'am."
She let go and I dropped to the floor, coughing and gasping for air. She went over to her husband and kissed him, saying, "See you later and shut that thing up. You need to be more firm with them." He did a half smile and then pulled me up by my hair. "Let's go."